by Madison Faye
My arms tighten around her, my lips kissing down the back of her neck as she pants for air.
I’m going to protect her. I’ve guarded this land of mine for years, and now, she’s mine too. So I’ll guard her too. I’ll keep her safe, and while I do, I’m going to keep making her mine, over and over and over, until she can’t even walk without my cum leaking down her pretty thighs. I want her full of me. I want her bred with me, and swollen with our child.
I’ve guarded this land, and now, I’ll guard her too. And I’m not letting anyone come near what’s mine.
Chapter 8
Tara
I’m panting as I fall back onto his big bed, my skin still wet and tingling from the hot shower we just took — the one where he just put his mouth on me again until I screamed, coming so hard I almost passed out.
…Is it actually possible to have too many orgasms in one day? I’m only half kidding as the thought flitters through my head, because at this point, I’m legitimately curious if it’s possible to keel over from coming too much. With him though? Yeah, I’m willing to explore how long that might take.
Colton follows from the bathroom, also dripping wet from the shower. Good lord, no man should be this hot. No man should be so…sculpted. Perfect, chiseled muscles that ripple as he pads towards me like he’s a beast of some kind, stalking his prey. He’s like a Greek god with a smug cowboy swagger and that promise of the best damn bad decisions you’ll ever make written in his steely eyes. A Greek god with the cock of a stallion, too.
I blush, raking my teeth over my bottom lip and feeling the heat tease through me as my eyes drop down over his rippling abs, down past the deep grooves of his adonis belt muscles that point like a direction arrow down to his cock.
And holy fucking hell, what a cock.
Colton is huge. I mean, shit, he’s not even really that hard as he stalks towards me, but I can’t help but stare at that thick, girthy muscle that hangs between his muscled thighs. So smooth and perfect, his bulbous head a darker shade than the rest, with a single thick vein running down the length of it. Under it, his heavy, swollen balls sway temptingly. I swallow, squeezing my thighs together as I stare at his cock, knowing that the wetness I feel is not from the shower.
“Man might feel like he’s being ogled, you keep lookin’ at me like that.”
I blush. “Oh, trust me, you’re being ogled.”
Colton grins that roguish smile that gets my pulse skipping. “Anything you like?”
I bite my lip. “Everything?”
He chuckles, moving closer, and I can feel the heat teasing over my skin. Yeah, I might just die of too many orgasms today. I’ve decided that if they’re from this man? Yeah I’m okay with that.
“So I’m stuck here, huh?” I whisper as he stalks onto the bed.
“Offer to tie you up still stands.”
I flush crimson, and he growls. “You just hesitated, didn’t you?”
I blush even harder, and he groans as he moves over me, spreads my legs to either side of his. His hand traces up between my breasts, making my nipples pucker to little puffy pink points as his fingers trace my skin. He moves it higher, and when his hand cups my throat just enough to make me shiver, he kisses me slowly.
“I want you on your knees, darlin’,” he purrs, making me gasp quietly as he pulls away.
“Oh?” I whimper.
Colton growls deeply, moving onto his knees. His big cock is swelling up, slowly getting even bigger if that’s even possible, until his thick erection is throbbing out from under his abs, pulsing in the air between us. He wraps his hand around it, slowly fisting it up and down, and as I watch, I can feel the heat pooling between my legs.
And I nod.
I curl my legs under me, rolling until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. His fingers brush my jaw, and I whimper as he tilts my chin up so that his eyes lock with mine.
“Open those gorgeous lips wide, baby girl,” he groans. “Open your mouth and wrap those lips around my cock.”
His voice is edged with this glint of steel — just enough demanding roughness to it to turn me into a fucking puddle.
“I’m betting no man has ever given you what you wanted,” Colton purrs. “What you needed.”
“I—”
I whimper as his hand slides into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and tugging just enough to send my pulse thundering through my body.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he groans. “Tell me there’s ever been a man to tie you down and mount you — to fuck you like you’ve always wanted to be fucked. To take control and make you his.”
I whimper softly, my head swimming as his filthy words burn through my body, making me dripping wet.
“Am I wrong?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Then open your mouth, beautiful. Open your mouth for my cock.”
He pulls me against him, and where with any other man it’d have made me furious, with him, it just makes me want him even more. There’s a roughness to him, but it’s just the right amount where it’s turning my knees weak and making my pulse skip a beat. And he’s right, of course. There’s never been anyone to…well, to fuck me like he’s talking about, or how he already has. No man has ever made me whimper for it like this, to submit and to let go completely and let him do with me what he wants.
Call it swagger, or that cowboy roguishness. Or maybe it’s just that Colton is a special brand of gorgeous, tender, rough, captivating, and alpha as fuck that turns me to freaking butter.
Slowly, my eyes locked on his, I open my mouth, and I slip my pouty lips over the big head of his cock.
…And I moan.
He’s so hot, and so thick, and I can feel my lips stretching obscenely around him. Colton’s hand tightens in my hair, sending a thrill through me as I swipe my tongue across his swollen head. Thick, sticky sweet precum leaks from it, dribbling over my tongue and making me moan as I savor the taste of him.
I lower my mouth down, moaning as I swallow as much of his cock as I can, and feeling him fill the back of my throat. Heat explodes though me, and I’m not even aware that I’m reaching down between my legs until I hear him groan deeply.
“Play with that little cunt for me, baby girl. Make that little pussy nice and ready for me while you suck this cock. Make me nice and wet so I can slide right into you, and make that tight little pussy stretch around my big dick.”
I moan wildly, slurping wetly on his cock as I start to bob my head. My lips slide up and down the swollen length of him as I moan deeply, and I can feel him groan in response. He leans over me, one of his big hands sliding down my back until he cups my ass tightly. His hand delves lower between my legs, a finger teasing right over my asshole and making me whimper before moving lower. I can feel his fingers against mine as I roll my clit, and when he starts to ease two of them inside, my moans vibrate around his shaft.
Colton groans deeply, his fingers plunging in and out of my slippery, sticky, messy pussy as I tease my clit over and over again. His cock throbs between my lips, and when his hand tightens in my hair, I only whimper louder.
Suddenly, he rolls me over, spreading my legs wide as his slick, wet cock bobs right above my face. I lean up, and when my tongue swirls tentatively over his heavy, full balls, he growls in pleasure.
“Fuck, just like that, darlin’,” he groans. He reaches over me, his muscled body coiled and rippling as he spreads my legs wide. His hands slide over me, teasing between my legs, and as one hand starts to play with my aching clit, the other curls two fingers deep inside. I moan, slurping on his balls and swirling my tongue over them. I reach up, and when I wrap my fingers around his cock and start to stroke, Colton hisses in pleasure.
“Suck my balls, Tara,” he groans, his cock lurching in my hand. “Suck my balls and milk the cum from them. I want you to milk every drop out, greedy girl.”
I moan wildly as his fingers tease my pussy, driving me wild as he rolls my clit under his fingers. Two others cur
Colton groans, his abs rippling and his fingers moving faster. I moan against him, feeling my own orgasm about to crash over me as his amazing fingers and the control he’s got over me combine to almost push me right over that edge.
“I’m going to come, baby girl,” he growls. “Make me come. Suck those big balls and stroke that thick cock and make me come all over you.”
His thumb rolls across my clit, and I explode. I moan wildly as I slurp at his sack, swirling my tongue over his balls as I stroke him with both hands. And suddenly, he erupts. His cock lurches in my small hands, his balls twitching against my tongue, and suddenly, he’s crashing over with me. Hot, thick streams of his white pearly cum pump from his cock and splatter down across my breasts. I can feel it trickling over my nipples and pooling between them, more spurts covering my tummy, and even two that land on my pussy. Colton roars, his fingers rubbing the cum into my clit as both of us gasp for air.
He pulls away, and I think he’s about to join me on his back on the bed, but suddenly, he’s moving between my legs and spreading them wide. I gasp as he yanks my knees up over his muscled shoulders, and when he eases his rock-hard cock against my slit, my jaw drops.
“You’re still so hard.”
“Darlin’,” he groans, leaning down to kiss me fiercely. “I’m always gonna be hard for you.” He kisses me again, deeper, with this heat I’ve never known until I’m swimming in it.
“And now I’m gonna take you. Now, I’m going to watch my cum glistening on you as I claim this pussy.”
He eases inside, and I cry out as he pushes right in to the hilt. It feels dirty as hell, wicked as sin, and it’s the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. But I love it. He drives into me with deep, powerful thrusts, his big cock which hasn’t gone down in the slightest fucking me so good as his cum glistens on my skin. His abs ripple and his hips roll, and as his big cock drives into me again and again, I can feel the whole world start to blur.
Yeah, I’m pretty sure it just may be possible to die from too many orgasms, but I’m one million percent sure that at this moment, I’m ready to find out.
For science, of course.
The heat builds, our bodies crashing together again and again until suddenly, it explodes. I scream, holding him so tight as the orgasm number that I’ve lost track of of the day shatters through me. I can feel Colton roar as he drives deep, and when his incredible cock throbs inside, I can feel his hot, thick cum filling me up as the orgasm leaves me spiraling.
“Still wanna run?” he whispers, his lips brushing my ears as we heave together, our breaths panting.
I shake my head, slowly opening my eyes and locking my gaze with his.
“No,” I say softly before I kiss him. Because I’m not sure how the hell to tell a man I just met that I never want to run, and never want to leave him ever, without sounding totally crazy.
But you know what? At this moment, crazy feels pretty fucking good.
Chapter 9
Colton
Damn.
I want to say I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but I do. I know damn well what’s happening.
…I’m falling for her.
No, not falling. Fallen. I already have, and even though it’s making my damn head spin, there’s no denying it. She’s basically a stranger, but at the same time, it feels like I’ve known her forever — like she’s a missing piece I’ve gone my whole life looking for and finally have.
I haven’t had much time for women. Hell, I haven’t had any time for women, not in years. There’s always been too much to do with taking over the ranch, and raising Taylor, and trying to do right by my grandpa and stay out of the crime life that comes so easy living down here where it’s still kinda the wild west at times.
All I’ve ever wanted was this ranch, and a family of my own. I got the ranch, but I never did have much luck with the second part. But suddenly, here I am wondering about that. And I’m wondering about it with her.
A family.
Man, that’s fucking nuts. We barely know each other, but I know what I feel. This ain’t just sex, either. Yeah, there was something mind-blowingly hot about the idea of coming inside of her and breeding her and all that. But it wasn’t just some hot fantasy, and it’s nothing I’ve ever thought about or fantasized about before.
She brought it out in me, and yeah, it’s not a fantasy. With her, it’s what I want.
This isn’t just sex, and this isn’t just some wild thing or fling we’ve been having. No way. Because a fling means this is temporary, and there ain’t nothing temporary about this. She can’t leave, not with what we have exploding between the two of us. I want her to stay. Hell, I need her to stay. I know I could come off like a complete fucking lunatic asking her, but it’s all that I want.
But, how do you even do that? The thought sours in my head, even with her in my arms like she is right now. How do you ask a city girl like her to stay here in the country with me, and to have my kids, and to be my wife forever out here on the ranch?
I could almost laugh at how fucking ridiculous it is to even consider asking, and instead, I just sip on the whiskey and hold her closer.
We’re up in the rafters of my barn. Not the main stables where I keep my mares or the outbuilding where I keep both my stallions. Those are newer buildings, but the barn is an older relic of an older time for this ranch. Mostly, I just keep the baled hay and grain in it during the winter, but it’s also my go-to spot for sippin’ something strong and looking up at the stars. There’s a big skylight that cranks open in the roof, and up here in the rafters is one of my favorite places.
It’s why I’ve brought her here.
I take another pull of the hooch before I pass it her way.
“Easy with that.”
It’s not normal whiskey I’m sipping, it’s a home brew that my cousin Silas distills way up in one of the hollers around here. See, I stayed “good,” as in, out of the crime game. My brother, Shepherd, went the opposite. Devil only knows what the hell he’s getting up to these days. We’re still close, but we’ve mutually agreed not discuss his “work” when we’re together. That’s shit I want no part in. Silas is somewhere in the middle. He’s off the grid mostly, and pretty damn outlaw, but he’s not robbing banks or whatever the shit Shepherd is up to these days. Mostly, he’s just making moonshine up in the hills.
Strong as fuck moonshine.
Tara gave me a full helping of lip when I tried to imply that she might not like the whiskey, claiming to be a “whiskey girl.”
I grin as she takes the big mason jar. We’ll see about that.
“Seriously though, take it easy with this.”
She rolls her eyes, snuggling against me as she brings the jar to her lips and takes a pull.
“Holy shit!” she hoots, her brows shooting up as she coughs and swallows the moonshine.
“That is…”
“Strong?
“Strong is putting it lightly,” she snorts, coughing a little more as the color blooms through her cheeks.
“Yeah, I figured it wasn’t your thing.”
Something fierce flashes across her face, and she eyes me, holding my gaze as she snatches the jar back, raises it to her lips, and takes another pull. She doesn’t choke or sputter this time, and I grin.
“Not bad for a city girl.”
“That what you think I am?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Think just because ah lerned not tew talk lahk ahm from Kentucky?”
Her words slur to a straight-up back-woods accent, and my brow shoots up.
“Well, shit, darlin’.”
Tara grins at my surprise. “Jessup County.”
I laugh. “No shit. I think we played you in football in high school.” A growl rumbles through me as I lean in, brushing her neck with my lips. “Now how’d I miss you?”
I smirk, glancing down at my six-foot-four frame of all muscle and grinning at her. “What do you think?”
She sticks her tongue out at me, but she’s gasping as I quickly pull her to me, kissing her slowly.
“And what’d you go off and do with all those books your nose was stuck in?”
Tara sighs. “Business school. Believe it or not, considering I apparently work for a criminal front, I’ve got an ivy league masters in Business.”
“I do believe it, actually.” Hell, she’s got “smart cookie” written all over her.
“There was another job offer, but….” She sighs, shaking her head. “Never mind.”
“Tell me.”
I pull her against me, seeing that shadow cross her face.
“You don’t want to know, it’s fine.”
“I do want to know,” I growl. “Hell, Tara, I want to know every damn thing about you. Everything. I want to know you for all the time fate kept you out of my arms,” I groan, kissing her softly.
And slowly, she tells me. She tells me about her dipshit of an ex, and even though my blood pressure goes through the fucking roof, and even though all I want to do is immediately go to Chicago and find this fucker so I kill him with my bare hands for hurting her or for ever touching her to begin with, I sit and I listen until she’s done.
When she is, I’m still fucking pissed at this fucking clown I’ve never met who I now want to bury in a shallow grave.
“So, that’s it,” she sighs. “After that, the other offer was gone, so Synergy Coal it was.”
I shake my head, pulling her close again and buying my face in the top of her head. “I ever find him, I’ll knock his fucking teeth in.”
She giggles, leaning up to kiss me slowly, and then deeper.
“Or maybe I should buy him a fucking beer.”
She scowls. “For?”
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